A/N:
The muse is constantly getting
distracted by shiny things everywhere and is having a hard time
finding the right frame of mind to finish this baby…

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Sofia
stood in front of the door without knowing what to do. She could
feel her cheeks burning in embarrassment… talk about an awkward
moment! Why didn't she put the damn thing away after she was done
using it? Granted, having Nick in her bed had not been in her agenda
for today (or any other day in the near future, for that matter) so
she had no way of knowing this would happen, but still… the humming
coming from the inside continually changed tempo, and Sofia could
only guess what the hell did Nick Stokes found so amusing in
"surfing" her vibrator's 4 speeds like a maniac…

When
Nick had felt something hard digging at his lower back when he had
stretched on her bed, he retrieved it
thinking it was a bottle of hand lotion or a hairbrush, but he never
expected to come face to face with a… a pink version of his
anatomy. He wasn't an expert, but he knew enough about this type
of things to know that, compared to some of the stuff on display for
sale out there, this sleek cylinder was pretty tame, despite the
color. He was also aware of the fact that most women over the age of
30 (single or not) had one such toy… knowledge wisely gained from
his older sisters (although the exact memory of him wanting to
surprise them with an unannounced visit only to barge in the middle
of a "vibrator party" being held at Amanda's place was not
something he wanted to remember).

So
the fact that Sofia had one (a modest one, he reminded himself) was
not a big shock, except, maybe, for the color. Nick would have never
pegged Sofia Curtis for a pink kind of gal, but that showed him just
how much he knew. The question that was running wildly through his
mind was the "how" she used it. Were the rumors true, and was
she involved with another female and she used this to please her? Or
did she simply use it to pleasure herself on those long lonely nights
after a hard day of work? Somehow, the second option, albeit more
feasible, lacked a certain… uh… Penthouse Forum quality. Unless,
of course, he chose to believe that she was doing it while thinking
of him…which was a completely logical line of thought for him,
given the fact that he got off thinking about her.

Nick had been twisting
the base almost non-stop, switching speeds without really stopping to
see if there was any real difference between one and the next. He
had to admit as to being curious as to what was the appeal of using
such a toy. He had slept with enough women to know that most of them
enjoyed deep penetration and the sense of being "filled" and he
understood, at base level, that fingers only went so far in
fulfilling that need. So the shape and girth, that he got. But the
vibrating thing? He'd never heard of a guy whose cock could rock
or throb at such ultrasonic speed, at least, his didn't, so what
was the deal then? Unless they used the vibrating feature for clit
stimulation and then turned it off for later purposes?

What
was the big deal, anyway? Ever the scientist, he decided it was
worth a bit of investigative work. Setting it to the lower speed, he
carefully stroked his cock with it. The sensations were different to
what he was used to, but pleasurable nonetheless, and it certainly
felt a lot better when he applied it on the tip… he moved it down
to the base (it tickled) and slowly neared his balls. He was
curious, but not enough as to risk damaging the family jewels over
some crazy stunt. The sensations were really good… so good, in
fact, that he decided to seek the so-called male g-spot and see if
it….

Sofia
heard his yelp and a thud against the wall and, forgetting her
embarrassment, walked into the room. She was greeted by the sight of
her pink vibrator lazily rotating on the floor between her bed and
the wall and Nick Stokes, erect in all his gloriousness, standing
next to it, with a guilty look on his face and turning a shade very
similar to the toy he had obviously tossed away. She looked at him,
then back to the vibrator and to him once more, before closing her
yes and pinching the bridge of her nose.

"I
don't want to know…" she mumbled to herself, although a tiny
part of her, the most evil one, wanted every single detail to file
away and use as reference in the future. Leverage was a valuable
thing…

She scooped it up and
turned it off before turning to face Nick. She found out it was very
hard to actually just face him, as his erect cook proved an
interesting sight, one she hadn't had a chance to fully appreciate.
But she managed somehow, raising an eyebrow in mute questioning and
holding the offending toy up in one hand.

"He
started it" Nick said in his defense, sounding pretty much like he
had 30 years prior when Mrs. Stokes tried to make sense of the
battlefield the family room had turned into.

She snorted at the
notion. "Even if he did, which I doubt, I don't like the idea of
you tossing it around… we've been close friends for a while now…
I've grown fond of him…"

Sofia thought the whole
conversation was endearing and ridiculous at the same time. Nick
thought it was erotic as hell. His mind did a quick dive into
Penthouse mode once again, and he pictured Sofia in bed, showing him
how she used the damn thing while he watched…

"Don't even think
about it" she warned in a voice that left no room for arguments.

"How do you know what
I'm thinking?" he demanded, trying to hide behind feigned
indignation the fact that he had been busted.

"You have "porn"
written all over your face. I'm not going to show you how to use
it… actually; I think you've got a pretty good idea now, don't
you?"

Nick blushed once more.
This was quickly turning into the most surreal sexual encounter he'd
ever had: there they were, completely naked, and they were discussing
pornography and sexual toys.

"Come here" he
growled, and pulled her close to his body. "I'm not going to let
you make me jealous of a plastic object…"

"Feeling inadequate?"
she asked huskily, stroking his whole length, sending shivers down
both their spines. "No need to. You more than compensate for it…"

Nick
cut her off with a kiss. And then another. And another. He slowly
moved them back towards her bed, and once there, he managed to lay
them both down with a certain degree of finesse and without loosing
much mouth to mouth contact.

Once they were both
lying down, he began exploring her body with both mouth and hands,
leaving no nuance or crevice untouched. Whenever Sofia tried to
reciprocate or pull him upwards, he simply pinned her hands to the
sides and continued his discovery journey.

Nick
was elated to discover that her breasts were full and firm and the
perfect size for his hands. That her nipples were very responsive to
his touch and that they tasted like a piece of heaven. That the
flesh on her belly rippled in laughter when he tickled and tightened
in anticipation when he teased. That her legs were strong enough to
hold him down yet parted willingly to allow him to move as he pleased
within them when he asked.

He
also found out that she tasted like ambrosia and honey dew and that
her clit was not so shy once he'd coax it out with his tongue.
That she preferred long, languorous licks from top to bottom to
piercing strokes with just the tip of his tongue. That she liked to
be sucked on, but not nibbled on and that he was better off not using
his teeth anywhere near her. He found out that his tongue was good,
but his tongue and his fingers working the whole area together were
even better. And last, but not least, he soon discovered that she
preferred cursing ("Fuck, oh fuck, yessss!!!") to praying ("Oh
god, oh god, oh god") when she was close to coming and that his
name falling from her lips as she came was the most erotic and
beautiful thing he'd ever heard.

"Come 're"

It was she who growled
this time, impatiently, needing to feel his body next to hers, on top
of her, surrounding her… filling her; and she made those needs
known without saying one single word. Not that it mattered to Nick,
who understood what she wanted and gave it to her willingly…

Fuck… it felt so damn
good to be inside of her!

Nick tried to take
things as slowly as possible, to stretch the moment to the maximum of
his capacities, but Sofia was having none of that.

"Ain't you
impatient…" he huffed, trying to pin her hips down in order to
slow their lovemaking down a bit.

"Ain't you the
torturing type…" she huffed back, running her nails al over his
back, trying to grab hold of his ass and make him go faster.

Grabbing
her hands with his, and using his body to hold her still, Nick
withdrew until he was virtually outside of her. Sofia growled in
frustration: this was the first time she was having sex… no,
scratch that, making love… in such a long time she needed this more
than air itself. She was still riding the tremors of her first
orgasm, as she knew that if Nick entered her just… just "there"…
she'll be getting a second and probably a third one and she wasn't
in the mood for waiting… not after she had waited this long to feel
like this again.

Nick
pushed back in, perhaps a quarter on an inch before stopping again.
"Is this what you want?" he asked, rocking his hips against her,
knowing full well by the way her inner muscles clenched around him,
trying to pull him in, what the answer was.

"Yes…" she
moaned, both in frustration and excitement.

He
pushed forward another inch and stilled again. "Are you sure this
is really what you want?" He asked again, doing the up-down motion
he had learned from his older sister's best friend. Sofia moaned
her answer once more, desperately trying to move beneath him, to get
him deeper.

He
pushed in again, half length this time. "Are you sure this is what
you want, Fi? Wouldn't you rather… oh, I don't know… it were
your buddy over there?" Nick would never confess how much that
question was to torture her and how much it was to ease his mind…

But
Sofia had his number down, whether he liked to admit it or not, and
she called his bluff to his face.

"I can't believe
you're jealous of Pika…." She murmured

"I'm
jealous of … whom?" Nick asked, stopping all movement, confusion
written on his face.

Fuck. "Ah… uh…
Pika? My… hmm… buddy… over there?"

"Sofia!
You named your vibrator after a Pokemon?"

"Well,
he is electrical… sort of…" she defended herself

"But entirely the
wrong color… Pikachu was yellow and buddy over there, in case you
haven't noticed, is pink…"

"I
requested the yellow one but they sent him instead…" Sofia
mumbled, wondering how they had ended up discussing cartoons and
vibrators sold on-line while mid sex.

Nick began laughing.
"You ordered it from a catalogue? What was it? The adult version
of Toys "R" Us?"

Sofia struck back.
"Look who's talking, the resident Pokemor expert!"

"It's Pokemon, not
Pokemor, and I happen to be the coolest uncle this side of the
Rockies, ok?"

They looked at each
other for a moment, uncertain as to what to say next. For lack of a
better argument, Nick slid all the way in, making Sofia hiss at the
motion, before wrapping her legs around him, bringing him even deeper
inside of her. Her arms snaked behind his back, as well, pulling him
closer. Nick found himself craving this full body contact, this sense
of belonging, of… completion. Careful no to crush her, he placed
his arms next to her, sliding his hands below her shoulder blades,
pulling her towards him, until he felt her breasts fully pressing
against his chest. There was only one thing missing to come full
circuit, and Nick covered her mouth with his, sealing them together
as one.

She
had cooled down enough to allow him to lead her at his own speed. He
had grown comfortable enough within her to allow her internal rhythms
to show him where to go. Flow and ebb, day and night, dark and
light… Passion and desire took over quickly enough, and they
bumped and ground searching for release. Nick framed her face with
his hands to keep her looking at him, and when they both came, not
simultaneously although it felt that way, they did so looking deeply
into each others eyes.

Nick moved sideways,
bringing her with him, not wanting to break the precious contact, and
he thought he'd die a happy man if he could spend the rest of his
life falling asleep while still inside of her. Nick knew dark alleys
and back seats were over for him, unless she was with him. What he
had been searching all along, that thing that made him feel whole
again, had been standing right in front of him for the past two years
and he had been too angry to see it. Getting thrown into a confined
space once more had closed a cycle for him and shown him the door to
a brilliant, better future, should he chose to follow it. He could
also choose to stay trapped in the dark and rot in there, but looking
at those blue eyes looking back at him, he thought only a fool would
choose to stay behind.

All
those emotions brewing inside of him had reached boiling point, and
he had to acknowledge them orally, somehow, before they burst inside
of him and got lost forever, and Nick racked his brains for the
correct words to express what he wanted, what he was feeling but he
couldn't come up with anything, so instead he just opened his mouth
and blurted out without really thinking.

"I love you Fi"

The
moment he heard it out in the open he knew it was true. He did. He
marveled at the fact, he saw her eyes shimmer with moisture and he
kissed each one of them, and then her face, repeating again and again
"I love you" until he was certain she had gotten the message and
believed it. He didn't care if she didn't say it back just then…
it was really asking for too much to do so, but he was willing to
wait until she was ready to say so. In the meantime, he'll just
make sure to remind her of it every single day of the rest of their
lives… or for as long as she'd keep him around.

"You needn't be
jealous of Pika, you know," she whispered after a while and he
raised his head so he was staring into her eyes.

"He doesn't fill me
up like this." She demonstrated by clenching her inner muscles
around his semi-soft cock still inside her.

"He doesn't keep me
warm like this." She ran her hand down his chest, still shiny from
the sweat they had broken into.

"He doesn't hold me
in his arms like this." She shifted between his arms, pulling him a
bit closer to her using her own,

"He
doesn't kiss me like this" She raised her head barely enough to
give him a soft, tender peck on the lips.

Sofia
was silent for a moment, and then reached with her hand to cup his
face. "I love you, Nick Stokes…"

They held their eyes
for a moment or two before the tears began. And they sobbed, holding
each other, letting every single emotion that had been bottled inside
of them loose, cleansing them. Once the tears were gone, the slow
dance of mouth on mouth and hand on skin began again… searching,
discovering, pleasing…

The
rude beeping from both cell phones broke the moment. "Hold that
thought" Nick told her, as he jumped out of bed and started a
maniac search through their scattered clothes on the living room
floor. He returned a couple of minutes later, tossing Sofia hers as
he checked his own.

"That was Jim telling
me I have to get back to work tomorrow at noon, but I'm having the
weekend off… I really should get into dangerous situations more
often…" joked Sofia, earning a swat and a
don't-even-think-about-it look from Nick.

"That
was Catherine. My shift starts tomorrow at 9, but she's reminding
me to stop by her office se we can finish our… talk"

"Talk?"

"Yeah…"
he answered as he got comfortable spooning against Sofia once more,
"We sort of talked about… about what I said what happened and she
told me to get my shit together and come back when I had my facts
straight…"

"And do you?"

"Yep. Now I can
confidently tell Catherine what happened back in the desert."

Sofia looked at him,
waiting for him to go on. She also wanted to know what conclusion he
had reached.

"I'm going to tell
Catherine that it was Pika who raped me…" he said, trying to keep
a straight face, but failing miserably.

Sofia
shoved him playfully, and seized the moment to move on top and
straddle him. It was high time she got a chance to play, and she
began by kissing him along the jaw and the neck and down his chest,
trailing her hair behind her.

"You know" she
murmured as she nibbled on his earlobe, "the catalogue had a nice
his-n-her set in neon blue…"

T H E
E N D

A/N:
I know, not the super-hot smut fest
you had been waiting for, but I was in the mood for silly romance
today… don't forget to review on the way out and remember:
door's always open, come back and visit whenever you want…

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